Remember the baths

                   where you were murdered

I woke up having in my hands this marble head

that exhausts my elbows and I don’t know where

         to lean it.

It was falling in the dream as I was coming out of the dream

thus our lives joined and it will be very difficult for us to

         separate again.

I gaze at it in the eyes; neither open nor closed

I speak to the mouth that keeps trying to speak

I touch the cheeks that have gone through the skin.

I don’t have any other strength;

my hands disappear and come back near me